bell bowel....

Seek and Find

bell went walking this morning as the sun rose. Through the leaves and carved paths. We came to a certain corner. One that will kept secret because of a forgotten thing. The important thing is that I am relaying to all of you that she is regular. In keeping with the cleaner conversations I recall from the fire and the dinner table about poop, the conversation goes on.

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Morning

Morning....

Brooklyn Blintz

Heidi, coming all the way from Brooklyn cooked blintz's the chocolate was not carob.

Good for your noodle soup

In the basement the smell of the soup is foreign.  The table supports its. It stimulates the right senses. But here it is alien. There is no one to share it. But most of our lips have shared it. The spoon was probably more than four of you's at one time or another these past days if you consider ownership that way. What is the cadence of how we share? What are the ingredients of what we share? You are my teacher. Thank you. I will continue to share this soup with you.